دانلود رمان انگلیسی “سرگردان”

I clutch my duffle bag over my shoulder. It’s digging into my skin, while my suitcase thumps with each deck plank it rolls over. Eight a.m., but this marina is bustling. Crew are pulling carts of trash past me; birds squawk and circle above them. I’ve seen a lot of marinas, and this dwarfs them. It’s twice as big as the dock of my last yacht, back in Fort Lauderdale. And the yachts here aren’t like at home. Good Boy, to my right, is a mega yacht over 80 meters long. The next one, A Good Deal, is even bigger. The vessels here make the ones back in Lauderdale look like something you’d put in your bathtub. My arm aches. Why did I bring so much? I know better. It’s just that, after breaking up with Steven, I packed most of my things in the back of my mother’s Honda to die a slow mildewed death in her Maryland garage. I’ve only got essentials with me—at least, that’s what I told myself when I hopped on the plane. I give a nod to a bosun on the next mega yacht. He’s scrubbing the side of Day Trader, port of call Macao. He waves back. Damn, the muscles bulging out of his crew shirt have me walking a crooked line. Focus, Haley. Having a boyfriend right now isn’t what I want. Or need. And I’ve promised myself I will never, ever have another shipboard romance. And this time, I mean it.